The Sound of Empty Shelves: Why the Port Crisis Is Everyone’s Problem

Part of the "How Does This Screw Us" series

There’s a quiet storm gathering at the ports.

And if you listen closely, you can already hear it.
Not with the blare of alarms, but in the eerie sound of silence where ships once docked.

This month, the Port of Los Angeles is handling 10% fewer ships than this time last year.
By the first week of May, that number is expected to fall by 35%.
Trucking is down 23%, and if nothing changes, it could be 50% by mid-May.

This isn’t just a shipping problem.
It’s a warning bell.

Because when the ports go quiet, the shelves go empty.

And when the shelves go empty, the truth about our economy comes roaring to the surface.

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Finding Our Starting Point

If you’re already stretched thin—paying more for groceries, gas, rent—you don’t need another crisis.
You’re living it.
You’ve watched the cost of living balloon while your paycheck barely budged.
You’ve seen your grocery cart get smaller while the total at checkout gets bigger.

Now imagine those shelves…
but emptier.
Because that’s the next domino to fall.

The pressure you’re feeling?
It isn’t in your head.
It’s the sound of a system that’s cracking beneath its own weight.

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Your Struggle Is Their Struggle

It’s easy to think this is "just" about goods.
But it’s so much bigger.

• Small business owners will lose inventory.

• Warehouse workers will lose shifts.

• Truck drivers will lose hauls.

• Retail employees will lose hours.

• Families will lose choices—and, eventually, access.

When the goods stop, the jobs stop.
And when the jobs stop, communities start to crumble.

The struggle you’re living through isn’t isolated.
It’s intertwined with the struggles of your neighbors, your coworkers, and your community.

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Identifying the Real Enemy

Let’s be clear.
The enemy isn’t the woman using her EBT card at checkout.
It isn’t the immigrant unloading shipping containers.
It isn’t the mom shopping for school supplies at 10 p.m.

The enemy is an economic system that treats supply chains like chess pieces for political points.
The enemy is policy crafted to serve billionaires at the cost of stability for everyone else.
The enemy is the handful of men who decided that your cost of living is an acceptable sacrifice for their balance sheets.

While they play tariff games and spin campaign ads,
we are the ones standing in front of empty shelves, wondering how we’re going to make it work.

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How Does This Screw Us?

It screws us by making scarcity feel normal.
It screws us by blaming the consumer for a broken system.
It screws us by using supply shortages to justify higher prices without fixing the root cause.
It screws us by turning basic survival—food, clothing, essential goods—into a privilege instead of a right.

And worst of all, it screws us quietly.
No headlines.
No ticker tape.
Just one missing item at a time until we forget how full the shelves used to be.

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What Can We Do?

The solution isn’t waiting for someone else to fix it.
It’s waking up to the fact that we are not alone, and we are not powerless.

• Support local businesses. The smaller the supply chain, the closer the connection.

• Strengthen local networks. Share information, share resources, show up for each other.

• Refuse to fall for the blame game. Divided, we stay weak. Together, we’re a force.

• Demand better, louder, sooner. Economic stability isn’t a luxury. It’s a human right.

And maybe most importantly…talk about it.
In your neighborhood. At your kids’ schools. In your circles online.
Because silence is how they win.
And solidarity is how we fight back.

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The empty shelves aren’t just an inconvenience.
They are a siren.
It’s time we listened and answered.

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Your voice matters.
And together, it’s louder than they want it to be.

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Hi, I’m Sundee.
I write at the edge where Gen X women and the world collide.
Sometimes it’s scripted. Sometimes it’s a wild tangent.
But every word, every build, every rebellion is about the same thing...
Claiming a life they told us we couldn’t have.

On Time. On Purpose. On My Own Terms.